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Remembering my thoughts I had during those few hours of not having a morning cigarette:
I woke up depressed today for no apparent reason. I ask myself over and over again, "WHY!?" I have no reason to be depressed. When I'm depressed it's not an emo depressed where I want to listen to Dashboard at the loudest it could possibly be, and slit my wrists. It's the depressed where I just want to listen to the dirtiest, most rotten music full blast on my head phones, so other people can practically feel the spit this asshole singing to me has to spit out. Life just sucks, and everything that happens to be around me everywhere reminds me of how badly life royally DOES SUCK.
I hate my school, and I'm bored with it all. I hate all of the "p-rock/metal/goth/emo/industrial/hippy/rockabilly" kids. I hate them all. They know nothing about music. They claim music to be their life, when it really isn't at all. It's just a faze, a quick trend to fall into. Yes! Let's put on a Rolling Stones t-shirt, and steal their best cd from my dad, so I can be super cool, and be totally rock. Put on a nice leather jacket for the day to replace the pink polo you wore yesterday. ORRRRRRRRR, let's just buy all these shirts from Target, in the hot gothic section. Just because you wear a Clash shirt, Ramones shirt, or Green Day shirt, DOES NOT MAKE YOU PUNK. I hate how easy it is to change fashion. That's not even the reason why it bugs me so much. Why can't people just be themselves? Why do you have to be punk, goth, emo, or hardcore? What's the fucking point? Be whoever the fuck you WANT to be. Don't trap yourself in these clothes to fit in. Ahhhhhhh. Over it.
Life and the people surrounding me are my current annoyance. I like sitting by myself secluded on a bench laughing at all those that pass me by. I love giving sympathy to those that think they have it bad. Most of all, I love screaming at them the truth, or the truth they want to hear that really isn't the truth. It goes a little something like this......."Yes, your life DOES suck". Does it? How should I know? I guess some are just better at hiding how shitty they feel with a smile plastered to their face. I just woke up today with a shitty outlook on life. Once again, I wish I never opened my eyes.
On another note, the weekend was pretty tight, so to speak. Party on Friday, costume party on Saturday, movie on Sunday. Left what was supposed to be a kegger on Friday for myself. I did it. I left, because I wanted to. I felt shitty that I was leaving her, but oh fucking well. I did what I wanted to do, and it felt so right. Stayed up till 5 a.m. drawing on people with a permanent marker. HILARIOUS. Gosh, am I lucky I'm a girl. I'm sure they would, but they said they wouldn't have done the same thing to me, just because I'm a girl. Fun times.
My costume was the same as last year, only a little more exagerated this year. A slutty nun. Jesus was also there. I feel bad. Is that a sin? Weird that I care, but I now believe in God. Hmmmm...awkward.
The dollar theater has to be the best known profit on the west side of town. One dollar to get in, two dollars and fifty cents for a SMALL drink. That's how they make their profit. How genius is that? Saw 40 Year Old Virgin. Wasn't that great. Wanted to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but who gives a shit? The movie was funny at parts, but the humor just got really repetitive and old. Bummer. Can't complain for only a dollar.
LIFE. Is one fat ugly bitch. AND THEN------------>we all fucking die. Lie and die. It's the way to be.
OlivifuckingA.
I woke up depressed today for no apparent reason. I ask myself over and over again, "WHY!?" I have no reason to be depressed. When I'm depressed it's not an emo depressed where I want to listen to Dashboard at the loudest it could possibly be, and slit my wrists. It's the depressed where I just want to listen to the dirtiest, most rotten music full blast on my head phones, so other people can practically feel the spit this asshole singing to me has to spit out. Life just sucks, and everything that happens to be around me everywhere reminds me of how badly life royally DOES SUCK.
I hate my school, and I'm bored with it all. I hate all of the "p-rock/metal/goth/emo/industrial/hippy/rockabilly" kids. I hate them all. They know nothing about music. They claim music to be their life, when it really isn't at all. It's just a faze, a quick trend to fall into. Yes! Let's put on a Rolling Stones t-shirt, and steal their best cd from my dad, so I can be super cool, and be totally rock. Put on a nice leather jacket for the day to replace the pink polo you wore yesterday. ORRRRRRRRR, let's just buy all these shirts from Target, in the hot gothic section. Just because you wear a Clash shirt, Ramones shirt, or Green Day shirt, DOES NOT MAKE YOU PUNK. I hate how easy it is to change fashion. That's not even the reason why it bugs me so much. Why can't people just be themselves? Why do you have to be punk, goth, emo, or hardcore? What's the fucking point? Be whoever the fuck you WANT to be. Don't trap yourself in these clothes to fit in. Ahhhhhhh. Over it.
Life and the people surrounding me are my current annoyance. I like sitting by myself secluded on a bench laughing at all those that pass me by. I love giving sympathy to those that think they have it bad. Most of all, I love screaming at them the truth, or the truth they want to hear that really isn't the truth. It goes a little something like this......."Yes, your life DOES suck". Does it? How should I know? I guess some are just better at hiding how shitty they feel with a smile plastered to their face. I just woke up today with a shitty outlook on life. Once again, I wish I never opened my eyes.
On another note, the weekend was pretty tight, so to speak. Party on Friday, costume party on Saturday, movie on Sunday. Left what was supposed to be a kegger on Friday for myself. I did it. I left, because I wanted to. I felt shitty that I was leaving her, but oh fucking well. I did what I wanted to do, and it felt so right. Stayed up till 5 a.m. drawing on people with a permanent marker. HILARIOUS. Gosh, am I lucky I'm a girl. I'm sure they would, but they said they wouldn't have done the same thing to me, just because I'm a girl. Fun times.
My costume was the same as last year, only a little more exagerated this year. A slutty nun. Jesus was also there. I feel bad. Is that a sin? Weird that I care, but I now believe in God. Hmmmm...awkward.
The dollar theater has to be the best known profit on the west side of town. One dollar to get in, two dollars and fifty cents for a SMALL drink. That's how they make their profit. How genius is that? Saw 40 Year Old Virgin. Wasn't that great. Wanted to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but who gives a shit? The movie was funny at parts, but the humor just got really repetitive and old. Bummer. Can't complain for only a dollar.
LIFE. Is one fat ugly bitch. AND THEN------------>we all fucking die. Lie and die. It's the way to be.
OlivifuckingA.